Overwaitea vs the Pumpkin Patch

It’s a long standing tradition in my house that the night before Halloween we find the biggest pumpkin, carve it, place a candle inside, light it, turn off the lights and take a picture. I’ve been doing it this way since I was a kid and it’s something I am passing down to my son. As a kid, you couldn’t just walk down to the local pumpkin patch and pick the one you wanted. Oh no, we had grocery stores like Overwaitea that boasted some of the grandest pumpkins the world had ever seen, loaded up in these big cardboad bins outside the store kids could dive into and return to the shopping cart five minutes later, giant pumpkin in their grips, a look of victory on their faces like some Chesapeake Retriever returning from the hunt with a prize goose clamped between its jaws. For us, that was our pumpkin patch. Going and picking your own was unheard of. In Red Deer pumpkin patches are all over. We went to our first patch last year and found quite possibly the largest pumpkin our household has ever seen! It was fun cleaning it, carving it, even placing one of our cats inside and taking a picture.

Red-Deer-Pumpkin-PosterBut there was something missing. Something from those days as a kid when I would climb in those combo bins and dig through dregs, hunting for the perfect pumpkin. It was the thrill of the hunt I missed; searching around in near dark to find the ultimate pumpkin.

Red Deer Pumpkin Hunt at Heritage Ranch

In Red Deer pumpkin hunting is as easy as Heritage Ranch. Throughout the month of October, join us for our annual Red Deer Pumpkin Hunt! Bring your flashlight down to the patch for a tractor ride, some hot chocolate, popcorn, and of course a pumpkin! There’s something so satisfying about heading out into the dark, armed with a flashlight, and finding that prize pumpkin, something akin to that childhood nostalgia of letting mom do the shopping while my brother and I searched for the family Jack-o-Lantern.

My son has been talking about it all this month. Even with school looming on the horizon, and the last weeks of summer slipping through his fingers, he’s still overtly excited about the pumpkin hunt. And I don’t blame him. I myself am looking forward to the day when we can grab our flashlights and head out to the Ranch for a good old fashioned Red Deer Pumpkin Hunt. So much so that I’m no doubt going to break tradition and start searching the first week of October! Out with the old, in with the new, that’s what I say.

This is how traditions are born.